Spiffy or tragic?

depends on who's wearing it, really. I think that the right attitude/outfit could totally pull it off

Awww...beautiful dogs, Gud!

Betsy, I like it. I totally think you could pull it off.

Yes, Betsy, you have the panache to pull that into a uniquely-you-expressive and very pretty outfit.

Cute dogs, Gud! And TCLGITW looks pleased with both of them.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I signed up to be a psych tutor at the beginning of the semester. It was my understanding that if students got assigned to me, I would be e-mailed. Apparently, there has been some glitch in the system, and I was assigned two students WEEKS ago. These poor students have not heard from me, and are probably panicking. Ugh. And now, I really don't have the time for this...and I'm going to have to make up some major lost time. Shit.

And now, I really don't have the time for this...and I'm going to have to make up some major lost time. Shit.

Is the glitch yours or the school's? Can you push it back on them due to their dumb glitch?

It's got to be the school's. I never received e-mails with the assignments. I just feel so badly for these students. And the prof is probably frustrated with me, and I had no knowledge of any of this till just now. The coordinator e-mailed me because they haven't gotten any time sheets from me. Ugh.

Crap, vw! That's awful. HOWEVER - Do some deep breathing for a few minutes, first. One step at a time. Baby steps are still progress.

Adorable dogs, Gud. Lacie's eyes seem to be the same exact color as her fur.

if you can let go of being concerned about others' frustration with you... there was nothing you could do, short of being super psychic or something... If you can't handle that at this point in the semester (what with crazy catching up the students), I think you're well within the bounds of acceptability to let the department/coordinator know that.

Not your fault!

We've taken to calling my cat the Lich Cat (for the undead thingy from Dungeons & Dragons). He has very few teeth, he wandered around with an open wound for nearly two years until we moved (we couldn't afford to go to the vet every time he re-opened it), all the fur's been worn off his ears, and petting him is like petting a skeleton with a faintly fuzzy warm covering. But he's still ticking along, purring in my hair at every opportunity and going up and down stairs without problem.

I was going to call him the Velveteen Cat, who was waiting to be Real, but he's already Real. I think.

Oooh, pet nicknames!

Josie: Jo, JoJo, Jo-kins, Jo-kinny, Mow (or Mal), Mow-Mow, Mow-kins (or Mal-kin, Mal-kinny), Mow-kinny, Shims, Shimmy, Shim-Shim, Josephus

Bianca: Binky, Binks, Binkydoo, Binkydoodle

Jo is almost 12 and Binky is 2. Binky will end up with many more on her list, I'm sure.